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"We are all here, Lefaux," Leigh said, "and we want to go on board and get up anchor at once, and to be as far down the river as we can, before daylight." "The saints be praised that you have all escaped, Monsieur Stansfield! We will lose no time. I have two men sleeping in a cottage, close to where the boat is made fast.
The four boys had no difficulty in carrying the man down. As they passed the officer on sentry, he said: "Whom have you there, Monsieur Stansfield?" "It is Bruno, the artilleryman. We have caught him drawing the charges from the guns, and filling them with earth. We must take him to the general." "The villain!" the officer exclaimed. "Who would have thought of a Vendean turning traitor?"
Stansfield had quite hard work going round among his troops and rousing them once more to the proper pitch of enthusiasm. "What whatever does it matter," he said, "if the fellow did take it? You didn't take it, Winter, or you, Wren; and what on earth's the use of getting down in the mouth, and perhaps losing the match, because of it?
Pondering the difficulties of her trying position, yet in no murmuring spirit, Mary Stansfield, on this quiet summer's evening, was just passing the boundary wall which separated Riverton Park from the adjoining property, when, to her surprise and partly amusement also, she noticed a venerable-looking old gentleman seated school-boy fashion on the top rail of a five-barred gate.
"I don't see why we shouldn't get him to play if he is at Coventry," said Callonby; "we didn't send him there." "All very well," said the captain; "if we got him we should lose Ricketts, and Bullinger, and Tom Senior, and Braddy, which would come to about the same thing." "And I shouldn't play either," said Loman, "if Greenfield played." Stansfield shrugged his shoulders and looked vicious.
Mr Horace Jackson has completed his twenty-first year, and the day is to be marked by a grand gathering in the grounds in front of Park House. The persons invited on the occasion were all the tenants on the estate, the two Misses Stansfield, and Lady Willerly and her daughter. Ruby Grigg also and his wife Sally were present by special invitation.
And yet he's such a rattling steady `back' I don't like to move him." "Wraysford told me yesterday," said Wren, "he wasn't going to play." "What!" exclaimed Stansfield, starting up as if he had been shot. "Wraysford not going to play!" "So he said," replied Wren. "Oh, this is a drop too much! Why ever not?" "I don't know.
The work was directed by one James Stansfield, who had gone over to Holland for the purpose of learning the art of constructing and managing the sawing machinery. But the mill was no sooner erected than a mob assembled and razed it to the ground.
How poor Stansfield, before he died, said he had never met any young fellow with a tenderer heart for women, and advised him to marry whilst he still had youth and fire. She remembered David's social success at the great houses in the West End.
"Miss Stansfield, I suppose?" he asked, as she hesitated for a moment in her walk, at the same time raising his hat respectfully. Surprised at this salutation, but pleased with the voice and manner of the stranger, she stopped, and replied to his question in the affirmative, and was moving on, when he added, "I am a stranger to you at present, my dear young lady; but I hope not to be so long.
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